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Blossoms burst
Like galaxies
Morning’s thirst
Slaked by trees
New day cursed
All broken, he’s
A poet, worse
On failing knees
Lips are pursed
Face will freeze
Came in first
He aims to please
Life reversed
Just for your ease
He’s like his erst
-while nemeses
M @IMcMillan
I stand sockless
At 4.30am
A sickly yellow bulb jabs
At brittle eyes
like the wrong dream
sudden nothingness
Walking through slabs of light
it should be dark
I grasp at the memory of furniture
with comic timing
Terracotta tiles swoon up
To meet unbroken bones
Morn @IMcMillan
An Orkney Saga, parts 1 to 4. After a bad few days doodling up a cul de sac feeling a little better now. Even though I’ve run out of flake white. #sketchbook #sketches #mixedmedia #oilpainting #ArtistOnTwitter #art #landscape
What a vastness
Of a void
I watch the flicker
Of street lamps
Annoyed
At morning’s sluggishness
Prevaricating amongst the shrubs
This stillness
Is oppressive
And the fast food tubs
And stubbed out stubs
Are places
On my pre-dawn map
Morn @IMcMillan #poetry #Writer
This hill makes mincemeat
Of my hams
A cycle shop
A mill and dam
A little bell stop a school
A sandwich shop
& me the fool in bottom gear
With head bent low
& weight of the world
Like undertow at Worsbrough top
No crowds come out
Just blood to burst
& dizzy doubt
M @IMcMillan
Why paint this living life
With lemon, cadmium red?
When evolution bleeds
With love from wounded dead
Cerulean and ochre
Greens that tend to grey
Why paint life into death
When the living cannot pay?
Morn @IMcMillan
#poetry #poem #poet #writer
Like another green world.
Hope is like a poppy plucked
Precarious and doomed
A tissue dipped in vibrant blood
Wasteland life resumed
Hopelessness comes later
When the poppy, in a vase
Quickly sheds its glowing face
And bleeds as red as Mars
Morn @IMcMillan #poem #writerslift
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The battler’s trunk
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A North-South bunk
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A punish-pass Rover
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And I’m under and over
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A Birdwell street
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Cyclists retreat
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Life’s long song
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Two right-turns: wrong
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In detritus I pedal
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Victory without medal
Morn @IMcMillan #poetry
Weeping with pleasure. Last in the series of earthy red garden paintings using dried up oil paint and acrylic mixed with a slick medium in a mysterious bottle retrieved from a skip. What next, though? #sketch #mixedmedia #drawingoftheday #sketchbook (carbon reduction scheme!)